Can you not hear it

Over the clamouring the streets,

Over misty mountains peeks,

Over crying of merry and meek,

Or even applying to make discrete?

I say with jubilation

And ring out with tintinabulation

To show the world the notorious  nation

Shouting out with proclamations

That our new nations will help the syncopation!

So where does this nation reach its plight?

With the sounds of souls in its sight!

So where can we take up our fight?

By showing this world all our might!

So where does the sin lie in?

At night, at night we live.